After tragic events, Tommyinnit disappears for five months. In those five months, he spiraled down a dark abyss, not to mention his friends replacing him pushed him farther down the black hole.
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The dirty crime boy, knocked on the door of his new house. He had yet to get a key, the door opened to reveal a black curly haired fellow, he was wearing rings on each hand, and had some eyeliner on.
"Hey." The deep voice spoke, but it had worry in it because Wilbur eyes were dull, and he was zoned out. "Wil you coming in??" Grabbing the musician from whatever thoughts he was having, he smiled slightly.
"Hey corpse, yea I am." He dragged his suitcase, taking in the mansion.
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He saw philza and techno laughing about something with Derek, he wanted to throw up. Tommy's a fuckin alcoholic on the streets somewhere and I'm in Florida. What the hell am I doing?
"Wilbur!!" The eldest exclaimed, he excitedly got up and hugged him, he took a good look at me and he frowned. "Hey you ok?" All sudden it felt like my throat was clogged, I couldn't speak, I tried but nothing came out. "Wil?"
"I-I stopped b-by his house Phil." That's all I could get out, I decided it was best if I left the old wanker alone, with that.
"What do you mean?" He followed, not leaving me alone, which is understandable, it was very ominous.
"I went to his house before I left." I said more clearly, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"Who's house?" Wilbur stopped on the stairs, and turned to Phil, his brown eyes made him look kind of like a kicked puppy.
"T-Toms." The older man eyes widen.
"Is he okay?" He asked with hope, the younger frowned.
"Ill tell when I get to my room." His mouth fell but he nodded and followed Wilbur.
They finally got to his room, he turned to his father figure, with glossy eyes. "H-He's a fuckin alcoholic Phil, and he's on the streets."
"Wha- no Tommy wouldn't- no no." He had tears streaming down his cheeks as he stammered on his words.
"We shouldn't tell anyone. Maybe techno but I don't want people to panic." Wilbur spoke, Phil agreed with him, as he sniffled.
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The burnets curls felt down to his eyebrow, he stared out his window, lost in his thoughts. But was interrupted by a knock at his door, he looked back and saw the familiar dark haired boy.
"W-Wil." He stuttered, the musician full concern was now on the young child in front of him. "I almost did it, I almost hurt myself."
"Hey come here Derek." The sixteen year old slowly walked over to his bed, planning every thing he was going to say in his head.
"I-It was thought of it, it sounded so fun, and like maybe it would relive my pain." He let out a tear, for dramatic effect. Wilbur walked over to the shorter one and wrapped his arms around him.
"It's going to be ok. Just please don't hurt yourself, your going to regret when your older." He whispered to the dark eyes, not knowing the smirk that plastered on to his face.
He soon brought him to his bed to let the child sleep, he fell asleep on wils shoulder.
